Across its face the river ran
all liquid grey and velvet-slate,
fell down the cheek of hanging cliff,
around the lakey eyes of blue…
And out the other end it flew,
soft down on downy breasts of green,
thru meadows and thru softest thatch…
The river gathered fertile force
and ran down legs, insistent as
the wind that pushes clouds around
the world in days, it poured out fast,
it ran down mountain shins…at last
it reached the heart of deepest seas.
It reached the inmost core of me.
It fed me with its journey-feast
and quenched my thirst to be set free…
And then I my me offered up
beneath the summons of the sun
to become clouds pushed round the world…
And then, on mountains, me unfurled…
To fall and feed with heaven’s grace
And run again on mountain’s face.
Phenomenal piece. I particular love the lines, “It fed me with its journey-feast
and quenched my thirst to be set free…” Such powerful use to imagery and language. Beautiful work!
Thank you, truly thank you! I was a bit overwhelmed as I wrote this, because it was just unfolding to me as I wrote, each line speaking itself in my heart.
I am honored you read.